What is it you're addicted to?
The alcohol, choclate or maybe glue?
Is cannabis the stuff that floats your boat,
Asphyxia what grabs you by the throat?
There's a painful pleasure you can't do without.
Confess, the shame will pass, we'll share the hunt
To be a less infuriating cunt.

With heroin you're always on your own.
Cocaine will buy you out and sell your home.
Do shoes or precious metals fix the nag?
Or maybe satisfaction's in a fag?
Is flesh your daily push or nightly pull?
What need, at last accomplished, leaves you full?
There's everything to gain, success is free.
Confess and share your deep desires with me.